Back to the 1980s: Transmigrated as the Bigshot's Pampered Wife-Chapter 95: You’re Happy to Get Rid of Me
Song Zijin preferred being worshipped, so the scales naturally tipped in Sheng Yueyue’s favor.
He helped Sheng Yueyue with everything. He didn’t even know why, but back then, he actually thought Sheng Yueyue was prettier than Gu Jiaojiao.
Later on, rumors spread throughout the compound that he and Sheng Yueyue had a childhood engagement and that he would eventually marry her.
Even though Song Zijin knew their families had never arranged any such thing, he didn’t refute the rumors, letting the misunderstanding stand.
His second aunt always said his eyes were plastered shut with cement, shaking her head and sighing at him. In response, his mother would scold his second aunt for being jealous of him.
And Song Zijin would be exceptionally smug about two girls fighting over him.
’Right now, Yueyue is trying to use the same trick to force me to be the one who says he won’t marry her. All to achieve her secret agenda.’
’Hmph! I won’t let her get her way.’
Sheng Yueyue had no choice but to continue coaxing Song Zijin. "Zijin~ Do you really want to marry me? It’s not because Uncle Song is pressuring you, is it?"
"There’s no other pressure. I’ve always genuinely liked you, Yueyue. Marry me."
Song Zijin said it without a trace of emotion. Sheng Yueyue could tell he was just going through the motions.
’This shouldn’t be happening. The future head of the Song Family is still just a college student right now, a reckless hothead.’
’How did he react so quickly? Why isn’t he taking the bait!’
’So the future richest man was different from others even from a young age?’
’So, should I marry him or not?’
’But He Aijun is stronger and more powerful than him, and his future is just as promising. With me as his capable wife, he won’t be any worse off than Song Zijin in the future, right!’
In her past life, it was only because of her low self-esteem that she was constantly bullied by the He Family. She had lived a suffocating life, which was why she didn’t want to marry into the He Family again in this life.
But seeing He Aijun again today, Sheng Yueyue realized she still felt a certain fascination for her former lover.
’I heard Dong Yuanyuan is also engaged to He Aiguo. If we become sisters-in-law again in this life, I can definitely crush Dong Yuanyuan and grind her into dust.’
’And that wicked mother-in-law and those sisters-in-law... I’ll definitely have them running in circles.’
’Forget those women. Even the future, unapproachable Song Zijin was coaxed until he was completely obedient to me.’
’Dong Yuanyuan, the He family’s mother-in-law, and her sisters-in-law... what do they even amount to? They’ll all be trampled under my feet.’
After weighing her options, Sheng Yueyue felt more and more that marrying He Aijun wasn’t such a bad idea.
Besides, Song Zijin had been hot and cold with her lately, and his attitude today was particularly disheartening.
’In any case, that bitch Gu Jiaojiao has already married a cripple. No matter who I marry, my life will be happier than hers.’
"Since Zijin wants to marry her and Yueyue has no objections, then I’ll find someone to pick an auspicious date for the two children to get married."
Mr. Song made the decision on the spot.
"Sob... I don’t..."
Sheng Yueyue wanted to object. It wasn’t that she had no objections; she just didn’t want to be the first to say it.
She wanted to guide Song Zijin into saying he didn’t want to marry her first. That way, she could gracefully back out, and her good reputation would remain intact.
’Someone like Song Zijin, who is always looking for the next best thing, deserves to be called a womanizer and accused of being a heartless user who dumps people after he’s done with them.’
But Mrs. Sheng cut off Sheng Yueyue’s rebuttal. ’Things have already come to this and she still doesn’t want to get married? How insensible.’
"Yueyue, stop crying. Mom knows you don’t want to go to your afternoon classes, so just stay home and rest."
Influenced by Mrs. Sheng, the Sheng father and son also realized that Sheng Yueyue no longer wanted to marry Song Zijin.
"Yueyue, don’t cry. School is tough, so don’t go today," Sheng Shiwen said woodenly.
Although Mr. Sheng usually didn’t interfere in Sheng Yueyue’s marriage matters, it was because he felt he had wronged his adopted daughter.
But since things had come to this, he had to take a stand. "Old Song, go find someone to pick a date. As long as it avoids the college entrance exams, it’s fine."
"Old Sheng, don’t you worry. The soonest auspicious date is in August, so it won’t interfere with the exams."
Mr. Song immediately agreed. Inwardly, however, he was thinking, ’Does the Song family’s daughter-in-law really need to study!’
’Our Song Family can afford to support an idle person. All she needs to do is give us a healthy grandson.’
"Daughter-in-law, you must be tired these past two days. Just stay home and rest. Don’t go to school."
"Mm~ Thank you, Uncle Song~" Sheng Yueyue genuinely didn’t want to go to school and become a laughingstock among her classmates.
Besides, she had already taken the college entrance exam once in her previous life. She still remembered the questions, so she was bound to score better than her classmates no matter what.
How could Sheng Yueyue know that the college entrance exam from her past life wasn’t from this year? The questions would naturally be different.
However, ever since her rebirth, she hadn’t focused on her studies at all. From the very beginning, she had been scheming to snatch Song Zijin.
Now that she had him, she found him to be nothing special and wanted to dump him.
’Since I can’t get rid of him for now, I’ll just string him along. I’ll make a decision after I’ve secured He Aijun.’
Sheng Yueyue was dead set on marrying He Aijun, but she had no idea he had already left for the Southern Border.
The earliest he would return was in three years. In her previous life, Sheng Yueyue had returned to the Sheng Family at twenty and only married He Aijun at twenty-one.
She was still unaware that her perfect plan was about to fall through.
The Sheng Family’s household assistant set out the hot dishes, but no one had much of an appetite. The food was tasteless to them.
Only Sheng Yueyue had a great appetite, devouring everything with gusto. Seeing this, her second brother from the Sheng family shook his head in secret. He couldn’t eat a thing.
It wasn’t that Song Zijin had no appetite; he was just thinking that the next time he saw Gu Jiaojiao, he would ask her to divorce her husband and marry him.
Gu Jiaojiao had no idea Song Zijin was entertaining such an unreasonable thought. She was currently pushing Su Shuochi toward the school.
"Jiaojiao, find a deserted spot to send me into the space. We might run into your classmates on the way."
It wasn’t that Su Shuochi didn’t want to spend more time with his wife; he was just afraid he’d miss his chance to enter the space.
If they ran into her classmates, his wife would definitely just leave him at the school gate, which was why Su Shuochi had reminded Gu Jiaojiao.
Speak of the devil.
"RING RING RING... Cousin Jiaojiao, Cousin Jiaojiao, wait for me~" Dong Qiming came chasing after them on his bicycle, panting.
Gu Jiaojiao shot Su Shuochi a helpless look, as if to say: ’It’s not that I don’t want to, I just didn’t have time.’
Su Shuochi was sulking and didn’t want to speak. Then he heard Dong Qiming call out to him.
"Brother-in-law, you don’t have to take her any further. Cousin Jiaojiao can just ride my bike to school."
Su Shuochi: ...
’I’ll thank all eighteen generations of your ancestors for this.’
"Cousin Dong, I brought some stir-fried river snails and spicy strips for you," Gu Jiaojiao said, seeing the dark look on her husband’s face and worrying he would scare the innocent boy.
"Spicy strips! My older cousin gave me some before. But what are stir-fried river snails?"
Dong Qiming was ecstatic. Just then, Zhang Mingyu also caught up on his bicycle.
Gu Jiaojiao handed him a small paper packet as well and took the opportunity to teach them how to suck the snail meat out of the shells.
Although the two boys were distracted, there was no way she could shake them.
They walked all the way to the school gate, and the two little shadows were still flanking them.
Su Shuochi could only gaze resentfully at his wife’s back as she sat on the rear seat of Dong Qiming’s bicycle.
"Su Shuochi, don’t come pick me up this afternoon! I’ll get a ride home on Cousin Dong’s bike!"
Gu Jiaojiao cupped her hands around her mouth like a megaphone and shouted. After she finished, she waved at Su Shuochi with both hands.
Su Shuochi couldn’t bring himself to perform such a childish gesture. "Jiaojiao, are you happy now that you’ve ditched me? I’m definitely coming to pick you up from school this afternoon."
